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elcamino & black soprano family - magic lyrics

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[intro: elcamino]
(yo, blasty goin’ up)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[verse 1: elcamino]
you got a right to brag, but you don’t talk about us
talk about us
focused on your bag, but you don’t talk about us
talk about us
straight up off the app, but you don’t talk about it
took a while, but you got it in your bag, and we gon talk about it
and she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic custom
i ain’t mad, what you want, l’ma let you have it, huh
birkin bag, yeah, i know you come with extra baggage, huh
real ghetto b+tch, she got her name tatted, huh
skirting off a foreign, that’s how you was raised
runnin’ scams, turnin’ tricks, that’s how you get paid
rollin blunts, toting grips, that’s how you get sprayed
who’s sellin’ the most bricks, that’s how you get laid
one thing about these b+tches in this crazy game
they gon’ f+ck the ++++ with the biggest chain
and we gon’ pick the b+tch that got the fattеst ass
type of b+tch that make you nut quick, cause shе movin’ fast
type of b+tch p+ssy, get wet soon as you do the dash, huh
every time it’s addin’ up, soon as you do the math, huh
and she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh
i ain’t mad, what you want, l’ma let you have it, huh
clown cash, movin’ fast, it’s time to what have it, huh
when this sh+t just addin’ up, you turn to a addict
and she just wanna strip and pop that ass a magic, huh
i ain’t mad, what you want, l’ma let you have it
[verse 2: double dee]
streets no double, the last one to speak on and my b+tch be thinkin’ i be tweakin’, whippin’ up dope in the kitchen
++++ been broke since i met him, he need more than to fix it
heard he jacked off his money, got caught chokin’ his chick
know that we cl!ckin’ with that blow, we caught off from the shot
hopin’ and wishin’ that that choke gon’ fall up out the sky
these ++++ pockets bone dry, i bought out the supply
ilet the song cry, won’t see no tear fall out my eye
but i got blood in my pupil, it’s mug, l’ma shoot you
before he can put his car in park, we left his sh+t in neutral
head bangin’ with my rounds, them bloods in them hounds
uno will push that b+tton on you, i ain’t talkin’ hulu
don’t do no lululemon, baby, put you in some lulu
come to this gang time, sh+t, i’m somethin’ like a lua
still touchin’ keys of that primo with them
fendi bricks
stacking extras off of the tops, l used to penny+pinch

[verse 3: boldy james]
i got suzy comin’ down, wendy on her way (they comin’ down)
then i got henry pullin’ up, that’s a triple play (uh+huh)
i just knocked granny down right behind a moped
tellin’ peggy to come outside, i parked outside a crud
time me over through credit packs, met up on hamilton
textin’ ronnie, i need that scratch, she ain’t been answered
ain’t turnin’ sh+t down by my collar, but you got the spin
ran janice to the atm inside a dollar jean
whipped an auntie driveway by the firestone
she came out of the crib with her robe and her bunnin’ on
got jason pullin’ up with kenny, stacey and lovey
caught up with tracy by the wendy’s, lacey by the tubby’s
i heard theresa and greedy g sharein’ dirty needles
servin’ ether to sheila e, fresh outta herman kiesel
been up since 30 and the a.m. still ain’t been to sleep
pullin’ all nighters, catchin’ pops for one+tenth of gs



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